D.O.P.-T. (Tuesday)

I slaughtered dandelions front and back, but there were still dandelions flowering in the grass next morning.

D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

I fear the old black lab may have died. There was a little calico cat in that yard, who fled from us under the porch. Or maybe Kitty is just confused.

D.O.P.-T.

Over the last two nights I have sealed, priced up, and fitted onto the racks for sale enough lingerie ... to stock a shop.